Category: Self

The Coldest Winter.

I've been addicted to writing angsty things lately.

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Curiouser and Curiouser.

Let yourself open new doors.

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Trust the Process or Nah?

You're allowed a break.

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Elevator Music.

That's exactly what a creative block feels like.

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One Too Many Falls.

We were so blind.

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Battery Low.

I keep spacing out so much

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Stumbling Around.

Past the blood and bruise...

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Running Knives.

Maybe I'm just a bloodied mess.

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A Dream Too Long.

Looking for a door, for a way out

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Shoot Your Shot.

Would you capture it, or just let it slip?

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For a Rainy Day.

It’s nice to have a reminder from myself, sometimes, I guess.

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Fine Lines.

There's a difference.

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Anywhere But Here.

Frozen on this ground I stand...

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On The Brink.

Waiting for my crescent to be whole again.

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Jump Right In.

You'll only end up talking yourself out of it if you dally any longer.

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